You were reluctantly making your way over to your new neighbor's house with a tray of brownies your mom had just made. They’d moved in a week ago and the son, Kuroo Tetsuro was already a part of the Nekoma men’s volleyball team.

Before you even stepped foot on the porch, you saw one of the cheerleaders storming out of the house angrily, followed by Kuroo who was shirtless and yelling back.

It was clear they were a little more than friends, not that you cared, but now you were standing there awkwardly as the two had a shouting match.

The boy's eyes landed on you and he looked you up and down, visibly irritated. “Can I help you?”